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ORDERS: FIFTEEN MONTHS BEFORE THE TRIAL
My first meeting with the Arch Bishop of Tyrsh, infallible ruler of N’narad and Voice of the Heaven of Light, did not take place in the Grand Cathedral, or even in the nearly-as-lavish-and-closer-to-home Wise Hall in Fom. Instead, he came to me in a small, simple church on a cliff overlooking the Sea of N’narad in Pom, on the Isle of N’narad. At the time, I was disappointed I wouldn’t see Tyrsh for myself. Believe it or not, even after almost seventy years of service to Heaven, I’d never had an occasion to go there. I reminded myself the honor of meeting Arch Bishop Daliius III should be enough.
The Voice of the Highest Heaven was smaller than I’d imagined him. Smaller, and younger than the image stamped on the N’naradin Three-Side implied. The
